Posts by Kearth


Posted By on Aug 16, 2017

I learn something new every day. I take that back. I’m not sure I learned anything at all last week. I sleep a lot, and that may explain it—oh, and I had a bad sneezing and itching attack for a couple of days last week—but otherwise, I actually do learn something new every day. Mostly. Today I learned that what I thought was a quite-commonly-used-word-or-actually-a-word-with-a-dash-in-it is different to some people than to others. And...

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Hilarious Water

Posted By on May 18, 2017

I had a hilarious thought the other day. Really hilarious. It was about water. I know…you must be thinking that who cares about water and water you doing thinking about water anyway. Wait. I gave away the punchline. See, it was set up as a good joke where I say that I’m thinking, and someone says… Wait. No. I mention the word “water” and someone says, “oh” and then I say… No, that’s not it. I see someone and I ask how they are doing...

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Posted By on Feb 7, 2017

I visited a small town the other day, which is quite boring in and of itself, until you hear the rest of the story. As I was walking between buildings down the main road, I heard someone above me yell, “Gardyloo!” I looked up just in time to see a large glob of liquid mess heading my way, tossed out a window from a wooden bucket held by a woman who either didn’t see me and was slinging slop accidentally toward me, or did recognize me,...

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A Good Idea…Really

Posted By on Dec 14, 2016

I’m back! Ha ha! Here I am again, and this time I remember my good—no, fantastic—idea. Here it is…Are you ready? OK, here it is… You’re not ready. No, you’re not. I can tell. You’re not ready to receive my amazingly fantastic idea in the way that you should—good and proper-like. You’re not. I can wait. . . . No, I can’t. Here it is, my good idea… I call it Baby-Sitting. (I hate to give away the ending so soon but I already built up...

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A Good Idea

Posted By on Nov 18, 2016

I had such a good idea the other day. In fact, it was more than a good idea. Much more. It was a fantastic idea. Now, though, I forget what it was. I remember wanting to write it on the back of my hand with a soft rock—you know, the crumbly kind that breaks apart but lasts long enough for you to write a note on your hand and possibly onto your arm, until about the elbow part, and the note stays until you wash it off, which for me...

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